Rap`s a Hustle

[Verse 1]<br>I`ma pimp, a pen`s my hoe<br>She don`t ever move until I say so<br>Her only purpose in life is get me large<br>I got my pen workin` 16 bars<br>When I`m happy she happy, sad she sad<br>She make sure we both have<br>She know I got plenty more to replace her<br>Bitch better have mine<br>I`m not lettin` no pen get out of line<br>You did it, I mean, can you dig it<br>She committed to me, she please niggas for me<br>My shit`s so tight she leave a nigga for me<br>I met her in a studio, she caught my eye<br>With her over kickin` whack ass rhymes<br>I needed a pen, so she let me borrow her<br>Like my shit ain`t ill enough to overpower her<br>I see he wasn`t treatin` her right<br>So I gave her some paper<br>And let her do her thing that night<br>Thats right, I took it from that player<br>He to concerned with his money and his pager<br>She told me, shit he be kickin` is so weak<br>I told him, your hoe chose me I`m goldie<br>Be cool, or we can make the heat come out<br>Your pen work for me `till the ink run out (player)<br><br>[Chorus]<br>Money talks and bullshit walks<br>Rap is a hustle y`all<br>Only the strong survive, I was born to rhyme<br>Put me on the street I`m goin` for mines<br>Money talks and bullshit walks<br>Rap is a hustle y`all<br>Only the strong survive, I was born to rhyme<br>Put me on the street nigga<br><br>[Verse 2]<br>My rap is uncut raw, out the door<br>Type shit to have fiends lookin` for more<br>Your rap is lactose; you cooled off, the glass broke<br>Customers complainin` never comin` back yo<br>My rap flow is pure all white, in the hood all night<br>You made your first sale when I sold out<br>My shit numbs your whole mouth, yours leaves a foul taste<br>My rhymes a felony yours never seen a trial date<br>You need a legal aid, my pen got the DA`s paid<br>My flows sleepin` in a cave<br>No day`s I got the streets in this mad<br>You need a mask to repair the ? here<br>You see the glass once I flip this track<br>You should see my stash, I got rhymes for days<br>Fuck a right front page, I stay deliverin, ain`t no middle men<br>I never short my man or cross my fans<br>Or switch my supply when money cross my hand<br>It`s funny, I`m here, I`m like the crew I used to roll wit`<br>You might as well work for me, I got the clientele<br>Y`all put to much cred in that stuff you tred to sell<br>Thats the reason your empire fell like Goliath<br>I`m supplyin` the ghetto to satisfy you<br>Marks, NARC`s, is analiyzin` why this kid<br>Crossed the bridge and came through with platinum shinin`<br>Bringin` heat to the street like I had the iron<br><br>[Chorus]<br>Money talks and bullshit walks<br>Rap is a hustle y`all<br>Only the strong survive, I was born to rhyme<br>Put me on the street I`m goin` for mines<br>Money talks and bullshit walks<br>Rap is a hustle y`all